Very short chapter....
A young boy about fourteen years of age sat in the corner of that dark room. He appeared to be shaking. Maybe it was from fright or maybe from coldness. He wore tattered clothes and was very skinny, too skinny for a fourteen year old of his height. The young man was very dirty. He looked as if he had been crying. He sighed as he stared at the young woman before him. She just stared back. “Who are you? What do you want? Why are you here? How did you get in the house?” the boy asked.
“Who are you?” Grace replied with compassion.
“Jacob. As if it mattered to you...” Jacob replied rudely.
“Jacob! It’s Grace! Don’t you recognize me?” And she had barely finished when she rushed forward and grabbed his hand.
“Grace? Oh, Grace! You came back? Oh, Grace!” Jacob let out a sob as he jumped up and hugged his older sister tightly. As they stood there hugging each other, they teared up, finally crying on each other’s shoulders. After a while, Jacob jerked his head up. “Grace,” he whispered, “you better get out of here before Father gets back. He will be awfully mad!”
“But I can’t leave you! I came to get you. I won’t leave without you!” Grace nearly shouted.
“Grace, Father would hunt us down. He doesn’t want me to tell others what I know about him. He would find me even if it was the last thing he did.” Jacob then threw himself into his sister’s arms and starting sobbing. A few moments later he composed himself, pushed her away, and pointed towards the door. But it was too late, they heard the whine of the front door opening and knew. Just then a gruff, mean voice shouted, “Get out here!”
“Hide!” Jacob yelled in a whisper. He then ran out of the room. Grace watched him leave with tears in her eyes. She had to get him out of there even if it meant meeting her father.